Well, it finally happened, just a few hours shy of March. I maxed out on winter. I've been pretty philosophical about winter this time around, even on the days when it's 20 below, because that's just what you do to get through it. You put on a bunch of clothes and just get out there and enjoy whatever there is to enjoy.
But today I was in the least zen place of all time, the co-op parking lot at rush hour in the cold. I realize that sentence makes me sound like a bourgeois asshole and maybe I am, but you can't imagine the stress of negotiating a too-small parking lot on a busy street when winter parking restrictions are in effect (no parking on the even side of the street til April!) and the lot and streets are smaller than usual because of allllll the snowwwww AND all the bourgeois assholes are trying to pick up groceries for dinner at the same time. I have been in this same situation at least once a week for months now, but today I reached the end of my rope.
This is too bad because it's definitely not over yet.
It's just that I started thinking about warm weather, and being on a bike, and throwing a bag of groceries into my bike basket, and weaving my way out of the lot, and riding home past the lines of stopped cars, and I just couldn't deal with the snow anymore. I'm tired of the streets being single lane, and I'm tired of not being able to park in front of my house, and I'm tired of people parking in front of the walkway that I bust my ass to keep clear, and I'm tired of Momo escaping into the snow whenever I bring groceries into the house. I need another couple of days in the 40s. Seriously, it's that pathetic.
And I only have one episode of Studio 60 left to watch.